BACK TO JONES AND WILDER – SONG, November 12, 2025

Hup professed to know Christ for most of his life. However, he once heard a man testify that he remembered the day and hour that he first believed in Jesus, and how much he loved Jesus. At that time, Hup d.d.’d the man – doubly doubted: first he doubted the strength of that man’s love (emotion, yes) and secondly, he doubted what he said: anyone who loved Jesus knew the time and date. Hup couldn’t say. There were so many starts and stops in Hup’s courtship – Bridegroom and bride, husband and spouse – it was difficult for him to know when the King first brought him into his bedchamber. Emotions aside, that time and date had always been muddled, and because of that muddling – Hup questioned at times if he was saved. Then again, what that man testified seemed reasonable in a true marriage. Hup remembered the day he got married. He didn’t forget an anniversary. Still, Hup wanted to talk to that man – get in his face. What would he tell him? Well, who knows the day and time that the sun may stop and shine on a person? Such is the grace of God, when the sinner is warned, repents and then his heart is warmed as the Sun of Righteousness appears. Hup didn’t. What did he do instead? As he always had: he’d move from mother’s church to mother’s church, but never was he weaned from her milk… not until that day.

“Honey? You asked how long… ” Hup reached across the table and put his hand on hers.

“How long?”

“Yes, before we found a church.” He paused, sighed and smiled. “It’s time. Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.”

“Is that what you hear?”

“One would think you could hear the pounding.”

“Where?”

“Back to where we came from… that doesn’t make sense, but it does. Everything counter-intuitive to the flesh but right with the Spirit, consistent with God’s Word, and the nature of Christ is always the best way to go until God presents a course correction.”

“Back to Jones and Wilder?” she asked and then leaned back in her chair. She took a sip of her Oolong…